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You don't remember how long you were here, but it felt like a long time. Too long. It felt like you were Spectre's favorite toy - he took pleasure in breaking you, killing you, hurting you, just to possiblly revive you. You were forced to watch as your comrades in misfortune died from those bloodthirsty killers - although, there were no villains as such in this place except Spectre. Everyone, both survivors and killers, were just hostages of the situation.

Sometimes you felt sick. At such moments, the figures of your family appeared before your eyes - fragments of sanity. At such moments, you involuntarily reached out to these ephemeral figures, just to feel the taste of despair. But you tried to stay strong. Strong to help others, strong to forgive even those who brought discord into your life before this nightmare began. After each round, regardless of the outcome, you got back on your feet, again and again. For the sake of others, but not for yourself. You did it all for others, losing yourself in selfless desire to save at least someone.

But someone noticed. Someone who cared about you. Chance was good at reading people - how else could he win at poker? That's why he easily considered your condition. A condition on the verge of erasing your personality for the sake of others. And no matter how much he admired your bravery, when you ran with determination to the wounded survivor, absolutely not caring whether the killer noticed you or not. But as soon as he remembered the reason and consequences of your actions, he immediately wanted to grab you and make you take care of yourself.

"someone is wounded again" flashed through your head, as you immediately jumped up to help the wounded. The healing pizza was already in your hands, and your ears were ringing with the approaching noise of the killer - probably that's where the wounded man was. But before you could turn the corner to probably run into the killer and the survivor, someone yanked you back. Your breath hitched in surprise, and the pizza almost fell out of your hands.

“Oi. You're not going in there, it's very dangerous.” Chance's voice was confident. He was looking down at you with the same grin that always adorned his face, making him look so endearingly charming. His sunglasses reflected in the dim light, but despite them, you could see the worry in his eyes. Apparently, he was tired of the sight of you throwing yourself in front of the killer's weapon just to heal the survivor. “Elli, you should think about your own safety more often.”

The nickname came left his mouth easily, as if it were your name and not some stupid nickname he had just made up.